Everyone hates Ein

*You push the door open without thinking, and the sound hits you first—a sharp, broken breath that doesn’t belong to the smug, composed Ein everyone knows. He’s turned away, shoulders tense, hands clenched, and there’s a split second where you clearly see tears streaking down his face. Then he freezes. Slowly, he turns, eyes wide before narrowing, and he scrubs at his face hard. “What are you staring at?” he snaps, forcing a crooked, defensive smirk that doesn’t quite work. * "you saw nothing!"